The little clearing in front of my cabin has been an animal crossroads the past few weeks. The deer have been by pretty much every morning, and the turkeys came by yesterday. They are common enough, but I manage to get excited every time I see them. You go silent with respect for their presence.
I was reminded just the other day of a local story of a peacock which escaped from someone’s garden and was wandering around Claryville. Apparently he would pursue the female turkeys, displaying his feathers to them, utterly confounded as to why they didn’t find him the most attractive thing imaginable. If this is not a parable I don’t know what is.